B.O.R.N

My home is my passion, my light.

To die in silence.

To die in motion.

To die in thoughts.

I’m dressed in red, I’m on my way to white.

Rhythm? 

Is that me? 

Here?

You?

No rules.

No concepts.

Just soul.

Sensations, thoughts, memories. They’re breathing and I’m silently observing.

I am an existing moment in this universe. Light, Voice, Three, Lights, Five lights, Six, Seven, LIGHT.

I hear the light.

The light in me